Will leaned his forehead against hers. He wanted it. He wanted it and he wanted to believe she was right. That the fall wasn't inevitable. That he could steal brotherhood and love and a family and somehow, improbably, get away with it all.
"Ella's... protected, right?" he asked slowly. "I mean. I know there's your family and there's saints and angels and all, I know... but I never asked the details."